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Carter settled intoGrant’s chest again and sighed. “But how long this time?”
“How about I comeover tonight and take you out to dinner? Then we’ll see if you’ve been good andneed a reward.” Grant couldn’t help his smile at the hitch in Carter’sbreathing. He was curious to know what had caught his man’s attention.
Carter shifted hishead and licked Grant’s nipple again. Was it something he thought Grant wouldlike, or was he unconsciously showing Grant whatheliked?
Pulling back,Carter’s words came out husky and low. “I like it when you talk about me beinggood and getting a reward. It feels…wicked somehow.”
“I’ll likerewarding you when you’ve been a good boy. I’ll like it even more when I get topull down your panties and spank you for beingnaughty.” Grant felt ashiver race through Carter’s body. “No spanking or orgasm tonight, though, ifyou play with yourself.”
“That sounds sexy,too, when you say it.” Carter shook his head like he couldn’t quite believe it.
“I’m glad. It’simportant to me that you want what we do in a scene. I want it to feel right toboth of us. And if there are things you want to try that I don’t bring up, Iwant you to talk to me about it. Just because I don’t mention it doesn’t meanI’m not willing to do it with you.” There was such a variety in BDSM that Grantwould never be able to guess. “Eventually, we can sit down and go over the listthat can be in a contract so we can talk about specific things, activitiesyou’re curious about or things that don’t sound good at all. We’ll also talkabout safewords.”
“I’m good withwhat we’ve done so far.” Carter traced around one nipple with his tongue,making Grant fight to keep his body under control. “I’m curious to know whatyou want to do tonight when I get my reward.”
“So you’reconfident you can be good?” Grant couldn’t help but think of it as a challengenow.
Carter nodded,then took one of Grant’s nipples in his mouth, teasing at the tight nub withhis teeth. Grant moaned and his hips thrust out, his cock brushing againstCarter’s bare skin. Carter moved away long enough to answer, flirting, with sexdripping from his voice. “I know I can. I’ll be a good boy for you, Sir.”
“You’re trying tocheat, pretty.” His words came out breathless. Carter was making it hard to think.If he thought he’d be able to con his way into an orgasm, he’d be sadlymistaken.
Carter’s wordscame out mumbled. “I’m being good.”
“Even if I fuckyou right now, you won’t get to come. Is that what you want?” His sub wasdevious. Grant loved it.
It took Carterlonger than Grant thought it would to pull away and shake his head no. He’dexpected an immediate denial. Grant was left curious again, wondering what hadbeen going through his mind. Did Carter like the idea? It hadn’t been meant asa reward or even a scene, he just hadn’t been willing to let Carter win, butsomething about the reaction pulled at Grant.
“Sometimes ifyou’ve been naughty, teasing me like that, I might have to lock up your cockand you wouldn’t get to come before I made love to you. Of course, I’d have to besure you wereveryready before I slid into you. I wouldn’t want to hurtyou, pretty. I’d stretch you and taste you and make sure your body could takeme without any pain before I took you.” It was a scene Grant would thoroughlylove, but it wasn’t something he would have mentioned for a while. Not everyonewas into denial to that degree.
But his man justmight be.
Another little shiverraced through Carter and his teeth tightened, pulling at Grant’s nipples. Hispretty didn’t mind that idea at all. Nowhismind was racing. WouldCarter misbehave today just to try out the punishment? Grant mentally addedstopping by the adult store on the way home to his to-do list.
He needed a cockcage.
Carter didn’t seemready to voice his thoughts about thepunishmentoption just yet, soGrant let it drop for the time being. If it came up that night he’d be ready,but if not, it was something that they could come back to later. If Carterliked denial, there were so many ways they could incorporate it into their scenes.Grant’s cock throbbed just thinking about it.
“You never did sayif you wanted to have breakfast with me?” Grant laughed at Carter’s frustratedsigh.
“This conversationwas just an evil plot to get me out of bed. Wasn’t it?” Carter frowned, surehe’d been had. “There’s no rule or punishment, you just wanted food.”
Laughing, Grantshook his head. “Sorry to disappoint, but the rule stands. How about we take ashower together? Then coffee and I’ll scramble some eggs for you if you havesome.” That was about all he could make in the kitchen, but they weren’t bad. Usually,they turned out reasonably edible, and he was a master at toast. That made areasonable breakfast.
Carter’s frownturned into a grimace as he wrinkled his nose like he smelled something off.“I’m not letting you anywhere near my eggs. I’ll cook.”
“Mine are fine.”Grant thought he should probably be offended. He would have been—except Carterhad a right to be skeptical.
“Nobody in yourfamily cooks worth a damn.” Carter shuddered. “We’ll end up with food poisoning,or they’ll be burnt.”
“It takes talentto burn eggs. Scrambled ones go rubbery first. They don’t burn for a while.”
“That you even knowthat makes my stomach hurt.” Laughing, Carter shook his head. “Nope. Not lettingyou near my food.”
“I think I mightbe offended.” Grant knew his grin made the words less than believable.
“Should I helpsoothe you in the shower? Help you feel better?” Carter’s grin held wickedanticipation.
Grant pinched hisbutt. “You’re not going to get to come yet, pretty. But jerking one out soundslike a good idea. I should make you watch.”
